Irish Blessing

 

May there always be work for your hands to do,

May your purse always hold a coin or two.

May the sun always shine on your windowpane,

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.

May the hand of a friend always be near you,

May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

 

 

The Road Less Traveled

Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. ~Robert Frost

Meditation

When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing – just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park? ~Ralph Marston

Misty Rose

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~Anais Nin

The Winter of our Discontent

“It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.”

~John Steinbeck, The Winter of our Discontent

 

Mt Timpanogos across the cold waters of Utah lake

Do they understand? Is their life more simple?

It’s too cold outside for angels to fly

Coy Koi

 

Dance with the waves,
move with the sea.
Let the rhythm of the water
set your soul free.

~Christy Ann Martine

Water Lilies

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look’d down to Camelot.

 

~Alfred Lord Tennyson (The Lady of Shalott)

The Geese of Beverly Road

We’ll take ourselves out in the street
And wear the blood in our cheeks like red roses
We’ll go from car to sleeping car and whisper in their sleeping ears
We were here, we were here
We’ll set off the geese of Beverly Road

Hey love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome, totally genius
Hey love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome

We won’t be disappointed
We’ll fight like girls for our place at the table
Our room on the floor
We’ll set off the geese of Beverly Road

Hey love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome, totally genius
Hey love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome

We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world

We’re drunk and sparking, our legs are open
Our hands are covered in cake
But I swear we didn’t have any
I swear we didn’t have any

Hey, love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome, totally genius
Hey, love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome

We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world

Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky tonight
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon

We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world

The Geese of Beverly Road (The National)

Hope is The Thing With Feathers

BY EMILY DICKINSON

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops – at all

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm

I’ve heard it in the chillest land

And on the strangest Sea

Yet – never – in Extremity,

It asked a crumb – of me.